feat. Begetz, X-Million
  
  [Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
  You know it gotta be gangsta
  When Other Peoples Money in the place
  You ain't gangsta when otha peoples guns in ya face
  You are Pranksta already caught one...In ya face
  If you was gangsta, you woulda had ya gun in your waist
  You don't really wanna hear the glock echo
  Niggas'll get it, send shots that'll go through ya Ecko
  Look, before this rap shit, we all was glockin
  On the strip, yeah, was all was clockin
  Waitin til them semi-autos poppin
  My gun is like a club on Friday night dog, its on n' poppin
  Belvi on the rocks with the Ocean Spray, ha
  Outta the V let the toastas spray, ha
  Back in the V throw the toast away
  Cops! Pull us over, throw the roach away
  Before the sirens is comin
  My niggaz be runnin
  Because a minute ago all my niggaz was gunnin
  And all you niggaz is frontin you really don't want it
  We kill you for nothin The shotty is pumpin
  You get shot in ya stomach y'all don't really want it
  
  [Verse 2: Begetz]
  Yo, y'all know me an my dudes we clappin the Tuly
  That'll hit your top and turn ya doo rag into a coofy
  Shots'll pop ya trunk hit the back of ya huptee
  If I'm outta shells you get the back of the Uzi
  Listen, I stick with the Nina, clip in the Nina
  If you niggaz talkin slick it steam ya
  Want heat? I can get ya a fevea
  Stuffy nose cause I'm sick with the heata
  A fifth that'll lean ya, Christopher Reeve ya
  Yall get sticked in the freeza
  Body wrapped up in the plastic
  Just like the clothes y'all get from the cleanas
  Lotta lables out here think they dick in the dirt
  Til I leave em face down with they dick in the dirt
  I just started spittin and the begging and gettins won't stop
  Soon as you rippin, then I'm clickin, you spittin, you drop
  And all the G shit you niggaz you spttin you not
  You keep riffin and your lip'll be gettin you shot
  
  [Verse 3: X-Million]
  I'm gettin tired, I ain't gangsta
  But I'm in and out of courts steady
  Blunts is strawberry, the semis is sure heavy
  I'm from the hood where shots get traded like Maberry
  Or we can put the guns down get your jaw ready
  For my wolves in Hells creeps sleepin in wet beds
  Blow trial, spit it to judge, spit it to FEDs
  Just know why niggaz can feel me is real sick
  Cause I'm so wild nothin can kill me, I've been dead
  I'm on video rollin with po-po
  Them shots'll get you left lookin like Jordan logo
  Bodys get jumped, and picked up, and put in the trunk
  Stunttin for nothin, its nothin to stunt
  You get shunk in the buggy eyed 500
  Not a mile on it, gully I want it
  Put 100 thou on it nigga
  And I ain't gangsta?